For the last twenty years my mother has made a daily walk around the village, equipped with gloves and plastic bags so she can pick up litter as she goes, her daily haul usually amounts to about one carrier bag full, I try to visualise twenty years of daily carriers bags full of rubbish.
Mother's litter-picking has been discussed in the House of Commons which means that she is immortalised in Hansard. After her first ten years of picking, she was presented with a bouquet and a plaque by the local council and she made the front page of The Gazette
I ask my mother if she still collects litter on her walk
Yes but I wait until I've seen it lying there for a couple of days before I pick it up so that I know the Covid's worn off
On the radio a man tells a story of filming something with his cameraphone then failing to properly press the button to turn it off before putting the phone in his pocket and cycling on home. The phone continued recording - no picture but a soothing, creaking, rhythmic sound. The man is pleased with this new genre and has coined a name for it - 'Accidental Trouser Music'
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That must be frustrating, for a dedicated litter-picker, to have to wait for the Covid to wear off - then again it saves having to wipe it down.
ReplyDeleteAccidental Trouser Music! Yep, I've heard plenty of that.
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Haha - yes me too. xxx
ReplyDeleteI shall NEVER see an ATM outside a bank without thinking of "accidental trouser music." (And wondering what else my plastic card might be capable of...)
ReplyDeleteFlippancy aside...kudos to your mother.
She's a pragmatist Di xx
ReplyDeleteHurray for mum we have a man here who does the same we call him, not unkindly. The Garbage Man. Accidental Trouser Music! Hello. ❤️
ReplyDeleteBon soir La Roi Radis xxx
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